Accidentally chanced upon While browsing through a set of tomes An unrequited love poem Marked between the yellowed pages Within a volume rifled through. Thereupon, I eagerly read The words in Edwardian script Predated nineteen hundred six- A sad age of class distinction- Where lines describe a futile love Of two unfortunates in love The beau from high society His belle of notoriety The aging ink was droplet smeared I want to think it was from tears.